A random selection

Three things to blog about today. All three are completely unconnected.

Firstly, the red-winged starlings have discovered the loquats on the loquat tree. The upshot of this is that the garden is now constantly filled with the noise of red-winged starlings, actual red-winged starlings, and half eaten fruit all over the floor. A rough estimate suggests that possibly slightly less than 5% of the crop is ripe, and that’s what’s attracted them so far. Thus, things are likely to get at least 20x as noisy and messy before the loquat season is done.

Oh joy.

I still want to go to the Faroe Islands (yes, this is the second thing, no direct link from the loquat situation above). I think I actually want to go there more than I want to go to Iceland now. And not just for the natural beauty, but for the engineering prowess of that country.
Yes, including the world’s first undersea roundabout (that looks like a jellyfish):

The amount of money they are spending on tunnels is huge, and it gets even huger when you consider how few people will benefit from those tunnels because of how few people actually live there. The pro-capita spend is utterly ridiculous and almost – almost – obscene.

Thirdly: I’m off to the physio again tomorrow morning and hoping for discharge. Not in a gungy fluid way, more the administrative kind, please. Last week’s exercise was wiped out by sickness, but I’ve been working hard since then and I’m hoping that I’ve done enough catching up to warrant freedom from all the restrictions that have been in place since I tore my calf.

Hold thumbs. Cross fingers.
Thank you.

Bucket List tour

Spotted on Twitter last week and Pocketed, and now he’s written it up in a handy blog post. Excellent, and well worth my procrastination in sharing it.

(FO because it tried to render the Faroese flag and failed)

But yes, it does exactly what it says in the title. Our man flies to Torshavn, hires a van, and spends a couple of days visiting local football stadiums. The experience is magical and the views are incredible.

There’s a lovely little passage about each of the grounds he visited, and some great photos.

The crazy thing is, you can literally just rock up to any ground and go have a kick about… Imagine doing that at Hampden or Wembley!

That does sound like fun. Unfortunately, it seems unlikely that I’m going to get to the Faroes any time soon, so I’m living vicariously through Andy’s blog right now.

But that’s not to say that we don’t have some amazing pitches of our own. Anyone who has ever had the pleasure of playing at Camps Bay High will know that this image from the school’s website:

…really doesn’t do it justice.

It’s got mountains; it’s got sea. Less snow, though. In case that’s what you were after.

Photo credits: Andy Robson; CBHS